Fishing ButterfliesA Poem by Tai RyensThe graceful butterfly singers glided among dwindling crescendos . . .None shall escape the torment of moment's woe, The graceful butterfly singers Glided among dwindling crescendos, Dancing slow, dancing slow: Fed only of smiles from him &' her.
We butterflies soared together, yet alone, Imprisoned within the same boat; Tangled in separate fishing lines, Tortured by our crimson whines: Each flapping back to the ocean. © 2013 Tai RyensAuthor's Note
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Added on March 28, 2013Last Updated on March 28, 2013 Tags: dark, loneliness AuthorTai RyensBay Area, CAAboutI must start that I am not as active as I should be on this site, though I do tend to drop by every now and then and review what I can from friends and those whose works I enjoy. Currently, I am dippi.. more..Writing
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